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* When youthful love, warm-blushing, strong, • Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along, “Those accents, grateful to thy tongue,
• The adored Name, 'I taught thee how to pour in song,
• To sooth thy flame.
I saw thy pulse's maddening play, * Wild send thee pleasure's devious way, . Misled by fancy's meteor ray,
By passion driven; * But yet the light that led astray
Was light from heaven.
'I taught thy manners-painting strains, “The loves, the ways of simple swains, 'Till now, o'er all my wide domains
“Thy fame extends : * And some, the pride of Coila's plains,
• Become thy friends.
“Thou canst not learn, nor can I show, • To paint with Thomson's landscape-glow; • Or wake the bosom-melting throe,
• With Shenstone's art; 'Or pour, with Gray, the moving flow
• Warm on the heart,
Yet all beneath the unrivall'd rose, • The lowly daisy sweetly blows; • Tho' large the forest's monarch throws
• His army shade, • Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows,
• Adown the glade.
“Then never murmur nor repine ; *Strive in thy humble sphere to shine; * And trust me, not Potosi's mine,
Nor king's regard, "Can give a bliss o’ermatching thine,
"A rustic Bard.
"To give my counsels all in one, “Thy tuneful flame still careful fan ; ‘Preserve the Dignity of Man,
• With soul erect; * And trust, the Universal Plan
• Will all protect.
And wear thou this'-she solemn said, And bound the Holly round my head : The polish'd leaves, and berries red,
Did rustling play ; And, like a passing thought, she fed
In light away.
ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID,
My son, these maxims make a rule,
And lump them ay thegither;
The Rigid Wise anither:
May hae some pyles o' caffin;
Solomon.-Eccles. eh, vii, ver. 16.
Sae pious and sae holy,
Your neebour's faults and folly!
Supply'd wi' store o'water,
And still the clap plays clatter.
As counsel for poor mortals,
For glaikit Folly's portals ;
Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes,
Their failings and mischances.
And shudder at the niffer,
What makes the mighty differ ;
That purity ye pride in,
Your better art o’hiding.
Gies now and then a wallop,
That still eternal gallop:
Right on ye scud your sea-way;
It maks an unco leeway.
See social life and glee sit down,
All joyous and unthinking, Till, quite transmugrify'd, they're grown
Debauchery and drinking:
The' eternal consequences;
D-mnation of expenses !
Ty'd up in godly laces,
Suppose a change o'cases;
A treacherous inclination-
Ye're aiblins nae temptation.
Still gentler sister woman;
To step aside is human :
The moving why they do it :
How far perhaps they rue it.
Decidedly can try us,
Each spring, its various bias :
We never can adjust it;
But know not what's resisted,